So I woke up this AM to a text from my BFF Jackson asking if I wanted to go to Gay Day at Great America. And when I say AM, I mean that I woke up at 1:30 PM after partying with a bunch of Human Sexuality Studies grad students last night (I attended their graduate student conference yesterday afternoon -- it was amazing!). I thought it was too late, but apparently Gay Day doesn't get revved up until around 4 PM and goes till 2 AM. So, despite a mild hangover, I pulled my shit together and hopped in his 10-seat passenger van to make the trek.

We picked up a bunch of the queer youth that Jackson works with here in the Bay Area, and made the hour-long drive down to Santa Clara. And what a fun filled day! One of the chaperones snuck a tiny little dog into the park, but later got ejected when the security guards caught her with it. Hilarious. She luckily found a ride home. I went on several roller coasters and ridiculous jerky-whirly-nausea-inducing rides, as well as the carnival swings at least three times. Wheee! Yay for gays! It was a grand ole' time, especially the $8 corn dog I had. Yum.